Seventy-two Changes of the Evil Spirits

"Nice to meet you."

"Long Yang, Long Yang."

"It is said that Brother Xiang is extraordinary, and when I saw it today, it really deserves its reputation."

"Thanks to the awards, brother Yang Xian is handsome, young and promising, he is the envy of others."

In front of the courtyard of the Qianfo Temple's hut, two groups of people stood apart and stood opposite each other, meaning that blood was splashed on the spot when there was a disagreement between the two sides. But at the front of the team, the leaders of the two sides greeted each other, and felt a sense of reunion with relatives and friends. If someone else sees you, you have to startle your jaw, probably because these two are not the other. The middle-aged person in Jinyi is the right envoy of the White Lotus Church, Xiang Jisheng, and the younger one next to him is the new commander of the Zhenfu Silong Xiangwei. Make Yang Zhiji.

To say that these two parties can be described as enemies of life and death, but these two are good, the affection in the words, it seems that they can't wait to burn the yellow paper on the spot.

"It is said that Brother Xiang has been promoted to the left ambassador of your teaching, which is gratifying!"

"Brother Yang Xian is the new officer of Commander Long Xiangwei. Isn't he also the same as the same?"

"Yes! The saint of the noble religion is our Huaiyuanhou's daughter. Aren't we both in the same family? Isn't it just the same happiness and the same happiness?!"

"Well said! We are just one family."

"Since they are all a family, then some misunderstandings in the past..."

"Are there any misunderstandings between us?"

"Yes, yes! No misunderstanding. Then we can move a lot more."

"Of course, take a lot of notes."

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It was getting late, and the two sides separated.

Of course it didn't go far, but the same row of squatters had two wing rooms on the left and right.

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"Guardian."

Fang entered the door.

To the left was a curse, and then winked, the next person immediately pinched the tactics, cast a restraint in the room, and then backed away, leaving only three people in the room at a time.

Xiang Ji Shengzi said that he was the confidant of the leader of Bai Lian, and his reputation in the church was grand. After his death, the left envoy of Bai Lian moved from the right to the left and became the best choice for the next leader.

As for the other two, they are both internal guardians. Among them, the short and lean, but proud old man was named Huang Taihu. He was born as a water thief in Taihu Lake. He had a strange skill when he was young. He could call the wind and rain, make waves, and he had a nickname called "Old Jiao."

The other person called Ni Wanchun, not well known. The world only knows that he was born in the Meishan Sect. The method is evil and different. Because Meishan witchcraft uses Fushui, this person is called "Navy Master." It was this person who set the ban just now.

Xiang Jisheng paced back and forth a few steps, turned his head, but didn't say anything, just gestured with both hands, actually using sign language.

"Chen Zhiji's dog official is a party member. After the saint's accident, she suddenly replaced Long Xiangwei's old commander and became the head of Long Xiangwei. I think the court will be specially sent to deal with us. Two guardians, What do you think of this person?"

"Where do Confucian students with dementia know the truth in the arena?"

Huang Taihu showed disdain, and immediately responded with gestures.

"I thought that when the saint's father became a court official, he would be able to shake hands with us and say that there was nothing wrong with us? I think it's a fat official man again. It is ridiculous that Long Xiangwei's gang has such a new boss."

"otherwise."

Ni Wanchun frowned and raised objections.

"The most scholar is Pili Yangqiu, I'm afraid it's not easy to get along with each other."

After looking at Ji Sheng, he nodded and shook his head.

"Both of them are right, but neither is true."

"It's said that the dog that bites doesn't bark, that's not bad. This Chen Zhiji is indeed a good dog with sharp teeth! It's a pity that a dog is a dog, and his master doesn't let him bite, so he just dared to attack. Let's wag our tails."

"But..." He sneered. "Whether he barks or not? Does his tail sway or not? We are all set for this dog!"

The newly promoted Bailian left his eyes cold.

"Tomorrow is the last day of the Thousand Buddhas Temple Fa conference. We have agreed to shake hands and make peace at this Fa conference, and we will share Buddha's grace. With the gathering of the three religions and nine currents, it will be the most lively time. I'm going to turn my face."

He looked at Ni Wanchun.

"How about the saint?"

"The manpower has been inserted, and it is safe to keep it."

He turned to Huangtai Lake again.

"How are you preparing for tomorrow's Fa conference?"

"The officers and soldiers, the monks of the Thousand Buddha Temple, the Long Xiangwei and the worshippers, among them, all the people in my teaching have arranged."

The envoy to the left nodded, but then suddenly asked: "Is there any powerful person in Long Xiangwei who needs special attention?"

"Yan Xinglie is dead, no matter what the old commander, Long Xiangwei has left a lot of masters away from Germany, and the only thing we need to worry about is the Taoist next to Chen Zhiji."

"Who is this person?"

"Longtu Taoist Yang Dianqing."

"It turned out to be the bull nose of Longhushan, but it's also a tricky person."

Ni Wanchun hesitated for a moment.

"There is one more thing I don't know if it's true..."

"What's the matter?"

"There was news from Yuzhou City, saying that I saw a Taoist man with short hair."

"Li Xuanxiao?!"

Turning to the left makes the eyebrows congested and silent.

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The other end.

"magician."

Commander Yang cursed, turned his head and asked again.

"how?"

In this monk's room, there are also only a few high-level members of Long Xiangwei, all gathered in front of a copper mirror, with a dim light on the mirror surface, which seems to reflect the appearance of a room, but it is a pity that it is covered. A layer of water mist, nothing is real.

Taoist Longtu shook his head, put away his hand, and the dim light on the mirror suddenly became like an ordinary bronze mirror.

"These monsters are also cautious."

Yang Zhiji was not discouraged, only shook his head and smiled, then he opened his mouth, but he didn't hear the sound coming out.

The other people in the room looked stunned, knowing that they were using lips to talk about important matters.

Yang Zhiji asked.

"Where is the officer and army?"

Someone immediately responded with the same lips.

"The voice has passed."

He asked again.

"Where is the Bailian Demon Girl?"

"We have already sent additional staff, regardless of whether the demon wants to fish in troubled waters or make noises, they will keep their history."

He nodded and asked again.

"Where is the monk at the Thousand Buddha Temple?"

"The monks, at both ends of the mouse, dare not offend anyone. The great monks in the temple have all gone in seclusion. Only the first monk is outside. It is said that he is hunting and killing a demon."

The answerer's expression was a bit playful when he said this, but it made him a little bit more interested.

"Oh? What demon?"

"The rumor is a zombie with a bald head."

"Heh." Chen Zhiji smiled contemptuously and made a comment, "Bald donkey."

"If you get the benefits of the court, you still want to sell the anti-thieves? Leave them alone for the time being, and clean up the white lotus sect and then care about them."

Then he asked the most important point.

"Where are our people?"

"The brother who lied about resignation, the help sent by other guards, and the leaders of Longhushan have secretly sneaked into Yuzhou City."

"good!"

A red glow appeared on Yang Zhiji's face, and he clenched his fists.

"Everything is ready! Only until the last day of tomorrow's Fa conference, when the demon is destroyed."

After that, he looked at the Taoist Longtu who had been silent next to him, and instead of calling his Taoist name, he called for the official position of the Secretary of Zhen Fu.

"Yang Yi's matter. This official is a Confucian student, and the strategizing is acceptable. It is inevitable that you will be unable to catch the enemy when you go to battle. You will work harder tomorrow."

The Taoist Longtu looked plain.

"It's a matter of division."

But at the end, he asked.

"Do you really want to do it tomorrow? There must be a lot of people during the introduction, I am afraid that it will kill the innocent."

Yang Zhiji did not hesitate to think: "Where can you care for the lives of the people if you want to make a big thing? How can a family cry all the way, and kill the white lotus sect, it is the great merit to the court and the great merit to the world!"

As he spoke, he turned his head and smiled.

"I, Yang Zhiji, is a party member, and this Long Xiangwei is just a passer-by. As long as this great achievement is made, I will certainly be promoted to the jue. Isn't the position of the Long Xiangwei commander the same name as Yang? "

Taoist Yang didn't say anything, just smiled and said.

"The Immeasurable Heavenly Sovereign."

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"Stupid! Not afraid of them fighting?"

On the mountain path, the first seat of the Thousand Buddha Temple and the leader of the monk, the monk Huanan, looked down at the squatter at his feet, and he was puzzled by the arrangement in the temple. The two big Buddhas, Zhenfusi and Bailianjiao, have recently played out their brains. How can they dare to squeeze them together?

However, because of the incident of a corpse monk at the start, the temple also criticized him quite a bit. It is just when he should be cautious, he will not go out to be nosy. Knowing the monk's pot, his first monk can't remember it.

Start fighting, as long as the blood doesn't splash on your body.

He sneered, quickened his pace, and left this place of right and wrong.

at this time.

The waning moon is cold.

Ye Feng swaggered with the shadow of the tree.

Huo...The dead leaves are blowing in the cold.

He tightened his robes tightly.

The night wind on the mountain seems to be particularly cold recently.

When did it start?

From the day the white lotus saint went up the mountain? From the day he went down to deal with the corpse monk? Or, from the time when the other monks in the temple began to close their doors...heh, thinking of this, I sneered again and again...what a bunch of old foxes, no, bastard!

He was a little irritable for a while.

It's not because of the treacherous situation in the temple, and certainly not because of the remains under the old temple, but from the corpse monk...

It's hard to remember that moment.

He led the monks under his hand to surround the zombies, but at that moment, the monster did not have the least end of the madness before being smashed into the rotten head by the mixed iron rod in his hand.

The corpse monk hugged a human head and sat cross-legged, and his red-haired face was calm and calm. Then he folded his hands and said...

"Amitabha."

That's it! It was like a bone gangrene entangled in his heart, making him uneasy.

In the end, I felt a Ji Ling rushed to his head from the tail vertebra, making his scalp numb.

"Who?"

He turned around abruptly, pointed in the direction of the sound, and drank again:

"Who is there? Come out!"

Suddenly, a young monk wandered out carrying a lantern in the shadows of trees, corners, and eaves.

"Uncle Master."

The visitor approached, revealing a face that was familiar, but could not remember for a while.

"The host invites you to the Daxiong Hall."

It turned out to be a monk in the temple.

He was relieved, but he slammed his face quickly, revealing a majestic posture.

It was probably to inquire about the follow-up of the corpse monk's treatment, or to discuss the affairs of tomorrow's puja. That was the last day of the uncovered meeting, and the believers and dignitaries were near, and there was no room for any difference.

"good."

It's hard to nod.

"And lead me the way."

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The Thousand Buddha Temple tonight seems extraordinarily wide and dim.

After several twists and turns, I passed through several monasteries, but I didn't meet a monk and saw no lights on the way.

Footsteps are adorned with footsteps, and the moonlight hooks the lights.

For a time, it seemed that only the young monk was left in the heavens and the earth, and like all the light sources in the heavens and the earth, only the waning moon in the sky and the lantern in the hands of the monk were left.

For no reason, the coldness echoing in the night wind penetrated into my heart.

It is inevitable that some doubts arose.

Where are the monks?

Where's the lights?

He couldn't help asking:

"Why don't you see the monks playing tonight."

"Tomorrow's business will be heavy, and the chairperson told me to go to bed early."

"Why don't you light up the lights?"

"No one is traveling, so there is no need to light the lights."

Between a question and an answer, the two have arrived in a hall.

This is a huge creature, with its back leaning against the lacquered mountain tip, some dim candlelight from the windows, the closed door above, and the four large gilt characters on the plaque hooking the faint light-Daxiong Hall.

Crunch.

"Uncle Master, please come in."

He nodded and entered, and the moment he crossed the threshold of the lacquer paint, a little light flashed in his mind... Yes, the young monk used to see Wei Na a few days ago... The lights in the empty hall were dim, and only a few shadows were seen. Sitting cross-legged deep in the hall, silent, he walked a few steps forward...like a disciple of Wei Na Xinshou, what is his name... Original wish?

Original wish!

The original wish of being made into a flesh Buddha!

The sudden panic made him stagger, and he suddenly raised his head... suddenly, his pupils tightened. A greater horror grabbed the body and mind.

Those figures sitting cross-legged are indeed the great monks who have been proclaiming retreat, but they got close, and it was difficult to see their faces distorted by pain and the familiar lotus platform under them.

Crunch...Boom!

The door was suddenly closed, the candlelight in the hall skyrocketed, and the room was bright. Illuminated the hideous monk, illuminating a vacant lotus platform and the long iron nails on the lotus platform, illuminating the miserable burning lamp in the east, illuminating the laughing Maitreya in the west, and illuminating the hall...

After suffering, he fell soft and collapsed to the ground.

The Buddha among them... is not Tathagata.

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"Master? Master?"

No one responded in the dim and quiet room, and the little monk got up and palmed the oil lamp. Next to it, the other bed was empty, the quilt folded squarely under the pillow, but the old monk who was supposed to lie on it was gone.

What are you going to do?

My master’s recent deeds are always mysterious and mysterious. I have also asked this good many times, but I am always distracted by a few words. It is the middle of the night to go out quietly... Hey, I don’t know what kind of demon he is?

"Gu Lu..."

The temple of the five internal organs played the "gongs and drums" at the right time, and the little monk quickly threw his master out of the clouds. The big belly is the biggest, but where can I find something to worship the Buddha in this belly in the middle of the night?

The little monk rubbed his shriveled belly, scratched his bare head, and finally had to say "Amitabha Buddha".

However, thinking of "Amitabha Buddha" will inevitably think of Bodhisattva, thinking of Bodhisattva will also think of Muyu, thinking of Muyu will think of the three big steamed buns at dinner, and thinking of big steamed buns will think of the big bowl of porridge... Hey, these few days temple The porridge served here is really sweet, and the milky white porridge is mixed with wisps of red. Is that wolfberry? The chop is melted and boiled in the porridge, and the bite is full of sweetness...

Suck.

Thinking of this, the saliva was just like the cry of the belly, and it couldn't stop. It's good now, it's not enough to recite as many "Amitabha Buddhas".

"or."

The little monk touched off the bed.

"Go to the kitchen for a little fate?"

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The little monk regretted not putting on the oil lamp in the room.

In his impression, the night of the Thousand Buddha Temple is always very lively. There are often monks playing and walking around, and the temples are also connected by lights.

Tonight is different.

It was dark and empty.

The night wind swept across the long corridor, groaning like a ghost crying. The waning moon in the sky cast a cold light, reflecting the tree, the wall, the pillars and even the Buddha statues into magical sprites, peeping at the people traveling late at night.

Benshan couldn't help but lighten his footsteps, lighten his feet, and then lighten his feet. In the end, only the toes landed on the ground, but the slight touch was too harsh.

Fortunately, it's not far from the kitchen.

"what?"

"Why are there so many monks in the kitchen?"

The little monk turned around a corridor and was surprised to find that there were many pots and stoves set up in the open space in front of the kitchen, and a large number of monks were busy running between the pots and stoves.

I'm probably preparing for tomorrow's fast food.

The little monk guessed.

Tomorrow is the last day of the Fa conference. It is said that there will be a large number of believers, so all the monks in the temple have no time to play. They are all busy here, but...

Why is no one talking?

The scene was obviously full of enthusiasm, but the busy monks seemed to be dumb. Only the boiling sound of the porridge in the pot, the crackling of the firewood in the stove, and the occasional sound of walking footsteps passed into his ears.

This weird scene caused the little monk to hesitate for a while, and silently retracted it. He hid in the shadows, his eyes widened.

The monks were cooking porridge, and the familiar aroma floated over. The little monk couldn't help but took a big sip, but found that compared to the porridge he had eaten in the past few days, the monks were cooking a little bit sweeter now.

He stood on tiptoe and looked at the pot closest to him, but saw the white rice grains tumbling warmly in the water in the steaming water vapor, and it turned out that there was still a bad taste of Chinese wolfberry.

As soon as the little monk made such a guess, he saw a monk walking to the pot, stirring in the pot with a ladle in his hand, and then against the hot pot edge, leaning his upper body in, with the other hand I took a dagger out of my arms...

The little monk slammed his mouth.

I saw the monk stab the dagger into the left side of his neck suddenly, and then slowly pulled it to the right, but there was no blood spurting out of such a huge gap.

Until the monk withdrew the dagger into his arms, his free hand grabbed the chin and raised his head, the gap in his neck was like a big open mouth, and he vomited a glistening red and viscous fluid that "dropped" into it. In the porridge.

And the ladle in the other hand of the monk was still stirring methodically, stirring the fluid falling into the pot into strands, just like chopped and boiled wolfberry scattered into the porridge.

The alluring sweetness exactly as in the memory penetrated into the nasal cavity, but the little monk rolled in his stomach, his face pale.

suddenly.

In the darkness behind him, a pair of thin and old hands came out silently.